Sonnet: The imitation game has now been lost

The imitation game has now been lost
You can't tell human writing from the fakes
Now AI can “create,” but at what cost?
The energy it uses boils lakes
Why bother pulling teeth by finding rhymes
When with a button click, my poem’s solved?
Express myself? That's so behind the times
It's obsolete, now humans have evolved
But neural nets will never have a soul
No slop churned out by robots can compete
Art's more about the process than the goal
No copycat can make you feel complete
We struggle for our craft but not in vain
Our art is meaningless without our pain